The Love Of An Alpha Male

Yet another chapter, sorry this took so long to get out. I’ve been sick lately. Okay, so, I really am probably one of the most dumbest people in the world.  Like, really dumb. I make Jim Carrey and Jeff Daniels in the movie Dumb and Dumber look like Einstein. Someone made me this beautiful new cover, and I was stupid enough to delete the message of who sent it.

 I CAN’T DEDICATE THE CHAPTER TO YOU NOW!

 Anyways, wonderful-person-who-made-the-cover if your reading this, please come forward! Again I apologize for my stupidity.

Chapter ten: All Over Again





My head was so crammed full of information that an ache had begun, centered behind my left eye. I rubbed a spot slightly above the pain, groaning in irritation.

My mouth felt like cotton as I stared blankly up at the ceiling. The light of early morning filtered through the blinds, casting dancing shafts of brightness on the objects scattered about my room.

Closing my eyes, images appeared behind the shut lids. Yellow eyes glowed underneath the frond-like stems of a fern. Teeth ripped viciously at the flesh of a young girl.

A wolf-like creature stood on two legs, clutching a scantily clad woman to its chest, fending off the pack of snarling dogs that surrounded the couple.

Shifted at the full moon, a bite could turn you, silver is their one weakness. All this and more whirled through my brain ten fold. I knew that some of the facts had to be wrong.

I had seen the werewolf twice now, and it wast’ on the full moon. Could it shift at will? Or was there a designated time?

Did it shift every night? That made sense, because night was the only time I ever saw it. Still, shiftatwillshiftatwillshiftatwill seemed play like a broken record inside my head.

It stood on two legs, did that make it lycanthrope? How many kinds of werewolf were there? Were there any kinds?

With a frustrated scream, I fell face first onto my pillows, the fabric of the sheets bunching in my hands.

A soft knock came upon my door, making me lift my head, wearily, from the covers. “Bonnie? Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I replied back dismally, rolling over to stare once again at the crack that ran lengthwise in the ceiling.

“Okay,” returned my mother, and I heard her soft, padding footsteps retreat down the hall. Sitting up on the mattress, I peered into the mirror that hung upon the wall.

Deep shadows were circled under my eyes, my heart-shaped face drawn and pale. With a rather impressive technicolor yawn, I fell back again the pillows, eyes slipping shut, as I slept for once.



“Doesn’t the sound of all these people ever annoy you?” I asked grumpily, shouldering my bag onto my shoulder, while pushing a wine-red curl behind my ear.

“Are you kidding? I love spending the day with a multitude of rowdy teenagers who can’t seem to keep their hormones in check, it’s what I live for,” piped Lucy, with a droll roll of her eyes.

“You and me both sister,” added Jordan, lanky form leaning cooly against a set of lockers.

“Its not that bad,” replied Reese, shoving her books in her locker and flipping a strand of shiny, brown hair over her shoulder.

“Yeah,” snorted Lucy, leaning against the lockers next to Jordan, accepting a stick of gum from the purple haired beauty.

“It’s okay if you have a hot hunk coming your way,” she chirped, before grabbing Reese and Jordan’s hands and rushing off down the hall.

I was left standing there in shock for a moment, before heated breath stirred the hair at the nape of my neck.

“Bonnie,” purred Jango, hands circling my waist and pulling me flush against his chest. A small surprised gasp escaped my glossed lips. 

“You know the best things about this boyfriend—girlfriend thing?” he asked, rippling forward so I was pressed against the metal cabinets.

“I can do this in public,” he growled, twirling me around to smash my lips to his own. My knees buckled and Jango gathered me into his arms so my feet parted company with the floor.

A moan of delight was captured by his hot tongue, as it plunged into my mouth demandingly. A large hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back for better access of my mouth.